Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime  Skirts that billow long after she's gone  Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late at night  She's a rose that blooms at night    And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain  Outside my green front door  Number 48 seemed dull by comparison  I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself  That's one way out of this cold and lonely world  Yes I'll be a rose that blooms tonight    The city's quiet  The rioters have all gone home now  The fire brigades' sirens have been locked up for the night  There's a blackout down on Brown Street  Where all the blues come home  And yes there's a rose that blooms at night    Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said  "It's time to get out of here"  But his wife and children they were crying out in the kitchen  Out in the back  Once a year he remembers that scene   But it seems so long ago now  He tries to remember but he can't  You don't look back  Memories - they're like a rose that blooms at night    There's a clock that never strikes  In the Town Hall's towers of steel  There's a road that's never used  It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel  In your mouth is a rusted brace  That you flash with your junkyard smile  Shine on like a rose at night